


If My Heart Was a House (You'd Probably Just Cuddle the Fuck Out of It)

by kilgraves



Category: Teen Wolf (TV)
Genre: ALSO HEY THE STEREK IN THIS IS SO DOMESTIC IT HURTS, Cuddling & Snuggling, F/M, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, M/M, Pack Dynamics, Pack Feels, Pack Mother Stiles Stilinski, Protective Derek, Puppy Piles, Stiles takes care of his pups, You've been warned, basically the pack is a big weird dysfunctional family and Stiles is a naturally maternal person, for the most part this is just fluff, there is a little bit of angst, this is easily one of the fluffiest things I've ever written
Language: English
Status: Completed
Published: 2013-07-20
Updated: 2013-07-20
Packaged: 2017-12-20 06:59:52
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Chapters: 1
Words: 4,669
Publisher: archiveofourown.org
Story URL: https://archiveofourown.org/works/884311
Author URL: https://archiveofourown.org/users/kilgraves/pseuds/kilgraves
Summary: <blockquote class="userstuff">
              <p>Stiles didn't expect too much out of his relationship with Derek Hale - and he certainly didn't expect to develop such motherly feelings towards the betas - but he wouldn't have it any other way.</p>
            </blockquote>





	If My Heart Was a House (You'd Probably Just Cuddle the Fuck Out of It)

**Author's Note:**

> Just to preface this: I absolutely love pack mom!Stiles and puppy piles and pack dynamics and just yeah. I love it all so, so, so much. And I feel like there's a lot of angst in the fandom right now and this season is really intense and scary and emotional, so I figured "why not write some fluff?" And _boy_ , is this fluffy. Oh, and this takes place in a magical land where Erica and Boyd are alive because I'm still in denial that either of them are dead.  
> Also, I can be found [here](http://scisaaclaheys.tumblr.com) on Tumblr :3

Stiles has never been much of a “cuddler” (as Isaac so innocently refers to it whenever they get onto the subject). The only time he can ever remember cuddling with anyone was when his mother was still alive. She showered Stiles with affection as a child, always there for him with warm arms and loving words. He can recall several nights when the only way he was able to fall asleep was if she held him and sang to him softly.

After she died, Stiles went through a lot of changes – mentally, physically, emotionally – and suddenly affection wasn’t an everyday thing anymore. Don’t get him wrong, his dad is great and has always been an amazing parent – but much like with Stiles, the only person his dad had ever “cuddled” with was Stiles’ mother. So it made sense that once she passed away, showing physical affection for his son fell to the bottom of his father’s list of important things. An occasional hug here and there, that’s still pretty common. But John Stilinski – _Sheriff_ Stilinski – is hardly the cuddling type.

Even so, Stiles is _damn_ good at it. Cuddling, he means.

He’s also really good at taking care of people, or so he comes to find out.

\-------------------------------------------

When he’d fallen into a romance with Derek Hale, he hadn’t really expected it to be all that… romantic. Derek was hard to figure out, with thick walls built up all around him. He’d been through more than Stiles could even begin to imagine, and because of his past and his demons, Stiles hadn’t expected him to be a typical boyfriend – and he wasn’t – but he was exactly what Stiles needed.

Even deeper than Derek, the _pack_ was what he needed. The loyalty and friendship and sense of belonging are all that Stiles has ever wanted.

Each member of the pack is special to him for a different reason.

Scott, his best friend in the entire world, is the only person who knows more about him than Derek does. Stiles has been friends with him since before he can remember, and he knows he can go to Scott for anything.

Isaac is one of the sweetest and strongest people he has ever had the pleasure of knowing – always there for you when you need him. He’s probably the wolf that Stiles feels closest to, besides Scott and Derek, and he knows that Isaac trusts him in much the same way.

Erica is _fierce_ , full of sass and fire, and surprisingly kind. Beta-werewolf-Erica is so infinitely different from the timid-epileptic-Erica that Stiles knew in school, and he’s glad that she’s free of all the things that used to hold her back when she was human.

Boyd is such a nice guy; one of the few genuinely nice people Stiles has been fortunate enough to come across in his lifetime. He’s also extremely smart, a quality that he doesn’t like to talk about often, and he’s the best cook in the house.

And Cora… well, she’s something else entirely. Strong, sarcastic, and full of an admirable energy no matter what situation she’s thrown into. Even though she’s new to the pack, they all accept her and treat her as an equal, and she can definitely hold her own.

Being mated with Derek is more than a little weird at first. Then again, what _isn’t_ weird about a human mating with a werewolf? But everyone loved Stiles before he and Derek became mates, so all it really does is confirm his place in the pack, and that makes him happy. He likes feeling like he’s a part of this family, as strange and unorthodox as they may be.

Stiles isn’t quite sure where it comes from, but he quickly learns that he’s a naturally maternal person. He doesn’t mean for it to happen, but it’s kind of hard _not_ to feel protective of his friends, his pack. During training sessions, Derek works the betas hard, which is completely understandable – even necessary – but Stiles always seems to end up asking him to go easier on them.

“Why should I go easier on them?” Derek asks, when Stiles brings it up in bed one night. “They’re _werewolves_ , Stiles – not toddlers.”

“Just…” Stiles shrugs, wording his answer carefully, “Just don’t work them _too_ hard, okay? That’s all I’m asking. They need their strength in the off chance we run into hunters or kanimas or sharknados or killer cats from outer space or whatever weird, freaky, supernatural thing shows up next on our radar.”

Derek raises an eyebrow, giving Stiles one of his typical condescending alpha smirks, "Did you just say ' _sharknado_ '?"

"Yes, but it doesn't matter," Stiles insists, waving a hand as if to brush it off, "Just... please?" 

Derek blinks, but nods, “Fine. If it bothers you, I’ll let up a _little_ bit.”

The human grins broadly, leaning in to kiss Derek, and murmurs, “You’re such a softie.”

“Shut up.”

It’s not exactly gradual, but soon Stiles realizes that he’s more of a mother than a pack mate. Whenever Scott – or any of the wolves, for that matter – needs help with homework, Stiles is the person they go to. When Erica lets slip that she’s failing math, Stiles is the one who dedicates himself to helping her get her grades back up. When Cora yells about how Derek keeps barging into her room without knocking, Stiles is the one who intervenes.

But it’s more than just superficial stuff; they all _trust_ him.

When Isaac has a nightmare – a pretty common occurrence, because of his past – he’s been known to slip into the bedroom that Stiles and Derek share and wake Stiles up to talk about it (the human doesn’t protest to this in the slightest).

When Erica’s prom date stands her up (after sending her a text – a freaking _text_ – saying that he just “wasn’t ready” to go with someone as “headstrong” as she was), Stiles is the one she confides in - that is, until Boyd steps in and takes her to the dance instead.

When Scott _finally_ comes to the conclusion that he’s head over heels in love with Isaac, Stiles is the first person he tells (even though the entire pack – and possibly the entire goddamn world – already knew).

It feels good – really, really good – to know that he’s surrounded by a group of people who trust him above all else. He’s never been anyone’s first choice, never been the go-to guy, but his pack makes him feel like he’s worth something.

Derek brings the whole situation up one night, out of sheer curiosity. Stiles is only half-conscious, snuggled up in the alpha’s arms, head resting on his chest.

“Stiles?”

The drowsy human yawns, and then mumbles, “Hmm?”

“Do you… mean to act so, uh…” Derek breaks off, obviously trying to make sure he doesn’t say the wrong thing, “… _motherly_ towards the betas?”

Stiles lets out a sleepy laugh, raising his head to look at Derek through half-lidded eyes, “Does it bother you?”

There’s a beat where neither of them says a word, before Derek replies, “No, I’m just wondering why you do it.”

Stiles’ eyebrows furrow as he sits up so he can watch his mate’s expression when he answers him, “I don’t know why I do it… I’ve been trying to figure it out. I think I just… really like the fact that they trust me so much. You know that Isaac comes in here nearly every other night when he has a nightmare; he trusts me enough to talk with me about them. And Erica sings in front of me – did you even know she could sing? And Boyd has tutored _me_ in chemistry, he’s so smart. Cora nailed that move you taught her yesterday – she showed me after you and Isaac went out. And Scott–,” He breaks off when he sees Derek smiling, one of those smiles that indicates he’s trying to keep himself from laughing. “You’re making fun of me.”

The alpha’s lips turn up at the corners, but he shakes his head, “No, no, I’m not at all. I just,” he looks down at his hands, and Stiles isn’t sure, but he thinks he can see Derek’s cheeks turning pink, “I think it’s cute.”

This time, it’s Stiles’ turn to grin, and he does – from ear to ear – as he leans in to press his lips to Derek’s, “I think _you’re_ cute. Are you sure the maternal thing doesn’t bother you? Because I’ll stop if it–,”

“I’m sure,” Derek breathes, reaching up to cup Stiles’ face in his hands, “It doesn’t bother me at all.”

The motherly feelings don’t go away. In fact, they only seem to get more intense as Stiles spends more and more time with the pack. He’s so in awe of them all, the way they treat each other with loyalty and respect – even though they’ve only known one another for about a year. They’re more than a pack – they’re family, they’re all each other has.

\------------------------------------------

One night, Scott and Isaac don’t come home at the same time as everyone else.

When Stiles confronts Derek as to where they are, Derek just tells him that they’d gone off on their own a few hours prior to when he, Erica, Boyd and Cora returned to the loft. He tries to let it go, to just be normal and not go into psycho-overly-protective-pack-mom mode – but slips into it anyway, like a second skin.

“You mean you just _let_ them wander off? You didn’t even bother to ask them where they were going? When they’d be home?” He knows his anger is un-called for, that it’s unfair of him to be mad at the alpha because the betas are _his_ responsibility, not Stiles’ – but he can’t help it.

Derek raises an eyebrow, but his voice remains calm and level, “Stiles, like I’ve said a million times: they’re _werewolves_ – they can handle themselves.”

But the human is having none of it; throwing up his hands, he moves away from his mate to stand in front of the window at the back of the room. He rubs his eyes with the palms of his hands, sighing deeply, and murmurs, “I’m going to wait up for them.”

“You don’t have to – they’ll be fine–,”

“ _Derek_ ,” he folds his arms across his chest defiantly, and repeats, “I’m going to wait up for them.”

Stiles can feel Derek’s apprehension, knows that he feels bad and knows that he should probably just let him apologize and be done with it for the night, but he can’t. He can’t help the way he acts in matters concerning the wolves – he loves the shit out of each and every one of them and would never forgive himself if any of them got hurt. Derek loves them, too, but in a different – _much_ different – way. While Stiles is good at handling people’s problems – be they emotional, physical or whatever – Derek… isn’t. Granted, he’s not some emotionless brick wall, but he isn’t much of a softie either. He treats them as what they are to him – teenagers he needs to train – rather than as family.

All night, Stiles waits.

He switches places a number of times, first sitting on the window ledge, then the chair in the corner, then the sofa near the door. His eyes are heavy and he can feel the familiar sensation of exhaustion settling in, but he can’t sleep – not when he’s this worried.

Every forty five minutes or so, Derek will wander out of their bedroom, hair messy, eyes droopy, and ask him to please just come to bed. But Stiles always tells him: “Not until Scott and Isaac get home.”

Around three thirty in the morning – three _fucking_ thirty – the werewolves finally arrive back at the loft. He can hear them coming before they get there; bounding up the stairs, the sounds of low growls and kissing meeting his ears. When they push the sliding door open, Stiles is waiting for them, jaw set and eyes narrowed.

“Stiles?” Scott asks, blinking a few times – as if in utter disbelief of the sight before him, “You’re up _late_ , don’t you need your beauty sleep?”

Isaac giggles at his words, doubling over with childish laughter, but Stiles cuts them off, face flushing: “Where have you guys been? It’s nearly four in the morning.” The boys look at each other, shrug, and laugh – that same slow, childlike snicker from before – and Stiles knows something’s up. Moving closer, his eyes dart over both of their faces, before he hisses, “Are you two _high_?”

They stare at him; a hazy look in their bloodshot eyes, and it takes them a few seconds to respond, at which point Isaac murmurs, “High as a kite.”

Both he and Scott start to walk past him, as if to go to their rooms for the night, but Stiles steps in front of them, blocking their way. “I was worried _sick_ – do you guys even realize that?”

“We’re fine, Stiles,” Isaac insists, hands in the pockets of his jeans, “We just went out to the woods to smoke and talked about stupid shit for a while.”

“ _Hours_ ,” Stiles counters him, angrily, “You were gone for hours. I’ve been up all night waiting–,” something that he sees near the corner of Scott’s jaw makes his eyes widen, “Is that a bruise? Were you two fighting?”

Scott’s hand flies up to cover the spot on his face, “Dude, chill out, we were just – I don’t know – riled up, and there were some guys who–,”

“I don’t care,” he interrupts, and _oh shit_ , he’s about to go on a tangent, a fucking mom-rant and there’s no stopping him now. “I honestly couldn’t care less anymore. You could have at least told Derek or Erica or _someone_ where you were going, or just come home on time, so I wouldn’t have felt the need to stay up all goddamn night waiting for you to get back. I thought you might be seriously hurt or in trouble or – or – god, I don’t even know, but next time you’re going to do something reckless and not to mention unbelievably stupid: don’t.”

After a beat of uncomfortable silence, Scott raises an eyebrow, blinking slowly, and then spits out, “Well, we’re back now and the world still seems to be spinning so stop telling us what to do, _mom_.”

He says the last word mockingly and even though Stiles knows he isn’t fully aware of how he’s acting, it still hurts – way more than it should.

This time, he lets them go.

Ten minutes later, he’s crawling into bed beside Derek, who wakes up the second he feels Stiles’ presence.

“Did they get home alright?” he breathes, voice thick with sleep. There’s no response, even as the human presses his face into the crook of Derek’s neck. He can feel wetness on his skin, and instantly realizes that Stiles is crying. “Baby? What’s wrong?” Stiles’ body is shaking with silent sobs now, nose nuzzling Derek’s collarbone, and the alpha is quick to wrap his arms around him tightly, protectively. “Tell me what happened, baby, I’ll fix it.”

Stiles fits his body to Derek’s, little breathy gasps escaping his lips every few seconds, and manages to choke out, “I f-feel like such a d-dumbass.”

“Did something happen with Scott and Isaac?” Derek asks, keeping his voice calm, soothing, as he threads his fingers through Stiles’ hair. “They did something stupid, didn’t they?”

The exhausted human shakes his head, hot tears dripping onto Derek’s skin, and whispers, “N-No, I’m just… I did everything w-wrong.”

“You didn’t do anything wrong,” Derek murmurs, pressing a kiss to the top of Stiles’ head, “You don’t even have to tell me what happened for me to know that.”

But Stiles does tell Derek what happened, after a few more minutes of gentle coaxing from the werewolf. The story tumbles out in parts: Scott and Isaac came home, they were high and acting like idiots, Stiles gave them a lecture, Scott snapped at him, the end. By the time Stiles finishes speaking – or, rather, speaking as well as he can manage to in-between sobs and gasps – Derek is straightening up, smoothing his rumpled hair down and pulling on a shirt.

“W-What are you doing?” Stiles asks, wiping his face with the palms of his hands, eyes red and puffy.

“I’m going to go talk to them,” Derek replies, teeth gritted and eyes flashing scarlet, “They have no right to treat you that way, no fucking right.” Stiles starts to protest, but he’s so tired and so worn out from crying that he can’t find the energy. Derek presses him backward so he’s lying down against the pillows, and pulls the covers up over him, kissing the tip of his nose. “I’ll be right back.”

Stiles is already closing his eyes before he even leaves the room. He slips in and out of consciousness for a while, catching little excerpts of Derek’s rather… _loud_ conversation with Scott and Isaac – his voice carrying all the way down the hall into their room.

“….and just what did you two think you were _doing_....?”

“….acting like five year-olds, starting fights just for the sake of it….!”

“….Stiles has the biggest heart and the best intentions of anyone in this pack….!”

“….deserves a fucking _apology_ after what you two put him through tonight…!”

Before Stiles knows what’s happening, there’s a pair of warm hands on his shoulders, gently shaking him awake. He opens his eyes slowly to see Derek standing over him, a look of badly masked annoyance on his perfect face.

“Hmm, what’s up?” Stiles asks, groggily, blinking rapidly to clear his vision and moving to prop himself up against the bedpost. When he looks up, he sees Scott and Isaac, standing side-by-side, staring down at their feet.

“These two,” Derek grumbles, murmuring “ _idiots_ ” under his breath, “owe you an apology.”

“Aw, no, it’s fine, really,” Stiles scratches the back of his neck, embarrassed as he watches the two betas shuffle back and forth on their feet. “It’s okay, they don’t need to–,”

“Actually, we really do,” Isaac says, and Scott nods.

“We were dicks.”

“We were stupid.”

“We were stupid dicks,” Scott murmurs, causing Stiles to grin wanly, “We didn’t mean to make you worry like that, dude. We love you, you know?”

“Yeah,” Isaac agrees, nodding his head vigorously, “We love you and we’re so lucky to have someone who cares about us the way you do. Not just Scott and I – the whole pack.”

Scott adds, “You make a good pack mom, Stiles.”

That makes Stiles smile even bigger, until his eyes are crinkling up at the corners and the two nervous boys in front of him look much more at ease. “Thanks, guys, that really means a lot to me, you have no idea. I love you all too, you’re the best pack of misfit werewolves a guy could ask for.”

Derek rolls his eyes, “God, you make us sound like an after-school special.”

“With all the crazy shit that happens around here, we might as well be one,” Stiles replies, leaning back against the pillows and closing his eyes.

After Scott and Isaac have gone back to their rooms, Derek turns out the lights and assumes his position behind Stiles, arms wrapped around his waist, holding him close and listening to him breathe. He thinks back to what Scott said earlier and thinks, you know what, yeah, Stiles makes a fucking _great_ pack mom.

\-------------------------------------------

One of the especially weird things about werewolves is the whole cuddle orgy aspect that comes around every full moon.

When the most difficult part of the night is over and done with, the whole pack will just… _cuddle_ – only word Stiles can think of to describe it – limbs tangled together, and sleep. It’s like a tradition that comes once a month, and the whole group looks forward to it – even if they don’t admit it. However, since the pack is still extremely sensitive to pretty much everything after a full moon, Derek doesn’t like Stiles to be involved in these “puppy piles” (as Erica affectionately refers to them).

One night in September, that all changes.

Since it’s a full moon, Stiles is curled up in bed, alone, shimmery moonlight flooding in through the window above him. He misses the feeling of Derek beside him, his warm body strong and comforting. He sleeps on Derek’s side of the bed on nights when he isn’t around, breathing in the lingering scent of him on his pillow and on the sheets.

He tries to fall asleep, he really does, but it’s hard; he hates sleeping alone and misses his pack. When he hears the sounds of them arriving back at the loft, laughing and growling and being generally merry, he pulls the pillows up to cover his ears, trying to stifle the noises. His head is throbbing from how much he wishes he could just _be_ with them, his best friends, his pups.

Then, he hears a soft knock on the door of his room, and when the door opens, he’s greeted by a number of glowing eyes.

“What the hell?” He asks, groggily, sitting up and rubbing his eyes.

They don’t move to turn on the lights; they simply come forward until Stiles can finally make out Derek, ahead of everyone else.

“Hey, babe,” the alpha murmurs, inspecting his sleepy, dazed expression fondly.

Stiles squints to try and see the other wolves in the darkness; he can just barely make out Erica on the opposite side of the bed, and Isaac a few steps behind her, but everyone else is hidden in the shadows.

“What’s going on?” He yawns, stretching his arms up over his head.

Derek shoots a look over to Erica, who smiles and promptly explains: “Long story short: We want to cuddle with you. Actually, we’re _going_ to.”

“But,” Stiles raises an eyebrow, glancing at Derek, “I thought you didn’t approve of me being in the – what do you call them? – puppy piles?”

The alpha’s eyes are a faint scarlet when he sighs, “ _I_ don’t, but _they_ all insisted, so–,”

“He gave in,” Boyd finishes, stepping forward into the moonlight, a wide grin on his face.

“Because he really _can’t_ argue with us,” Cora adds, eyes blazing gold, “He loves us too much.”

Derek huffs, “I hate all of you,” but they know he doesn’t mean it. He looks down at Stiles, who’s blushing and trying to hide his happiness, “Is it okay with you if we–?”

“Of course,” the human responds, patting the empty spaces around him on the bed – he never realized how _huge_ their bed was until now, “You don’t even have to ask.”

After that, they all sort of climb onto the bed and tangle up in one another. Derek pulls Stiles into his arms, pressing his lips to his temple. Erica slides into the space on the other side of Stiles, spooning up against him, while Boyd wraps himself around her legs, head resting on her thigh. Scott and Isaac make use of the open space at the foot of the bed – they fit together all too well, Isaac cradling Scott to his chest while Scott noses at his jaw playfully. Cora plops down right in the middle of everyone, her long, dark hair fanning out all around her. She cuddles up to her big brother, settling herself between Derek and Stiles’ legs.

It’s comforting, having all of his favorite people surrounding him – and something he knew he wanted but didn’t realize how much he needed. Erica nuzzles her nose against Stiles’ neck, while Derek presses kiss after kiss to his cheek, his nose, and his forehead. If he glances to the end of the bed, he can make out Boyd playing footsie with Cora, the two of them laughing quietly. He smiles, and gazes across from them to where Isaac and Scott are cuddling, whispering things into each other’s mouths as they kiss.

“You okay?” Derek breathes against the shell of Stiles’ ear, lips turning up at the corners when he sees how blissed out the human looks.

Stiles nods, slowly, “Yeah, it’s nice. Really nice.”

Scott’s voice floats up to them from the foot of the bed, silencing the sounds of him and Isaac kissing for a moment, “We just didn’t want you to feel left out, Stiles.”

“Yeah,” Cora agrees, propping her head up on her arm to get a better look at Stiles, “We didn’t think it was right that you were always excluded from the puppy piles.”

“I think I’m going to trademark that term,” Erica snorts from her place beside Stiles, stroking Boyd’s head absently with her free hand. “It has a cute little ring to it, it’ll totally catch on.”

Isaac adds, softly, “Whose foot is that? It’s, uh, in a bit of an awkward place–,”

“Whoops,” Cora laughs, pulling her legs up to her chest and wrapping her arms around them, “Sorry, Isaac.”

Stiles snickers quietly to himself, and presses his forehead to Derek’s, their noses touching. “Thanks for this,” he whispers, lips ghosting over his mate’s gently, “Like, really, thank you.”

“I just love the way you are with them,” Derek replies, eyes darting back and forth at the wolves lying all around, “You’re so full of love and it’s just really, really, really sweet. _You’re_ sweet.”

The human blushes a faint pink, smiling widely, and murmurs, “It’s because I love you all so much. You’re my pack, you know? You’re the most important people in my life – minus my dad. You guys mean everything to me, as ‘Hallmark movie channel’ as that sounds.”

“We love you too, Stiles,” Isaac chirps from his place beside Scott at the end of the bed.

“Yeah, buddy,” Scott agrees, “You’re my brother and my pack mom at the same time.”

“You’re one of the best people I’ve ever known,” Erica says, her breath tickling the hollow of Stiles’ throat, and then adds, jokingly, “Even if you didn't know I existed until I got hot.”

Boyd chimes in, “Even though I always have to help you with your chemistry homework, you’re awesome, man.”

“You’re like a really manly mom,” Cora giggles, nuzzling at Stiles’ knee and making him laugh.

Stiles doesn’t know what to say, not really, because nothing he says can fully describe how he feels. He holds them close and whispers how much he loves each and every one of them, especially Derek.

They laugh and joke for a while, telling him about their night and how the full moon treated them, until they start to fall asleep – one by one. Scott curls up against Isaac, resting his cheek against the taller boys’ shoulder. Erica turns over so she’s facing away from Stiles, and pulls Boyd up to hold him while they both drift off to sleep. Cora starts to snore after a few minutes, and Derek keeps nudging her with his knee to rouse her and tell her to stop.

Stiles and Derek are the last to fall asleep, because Derek literally won’t stop praising him. He kisses him, over and over, whispering how much he loves him and how perfect he is and how he can’t imagine his life without Stiles in it. It’s overwhelming, to say the least, but Stiles doesn’t complain – how can he? In the midst of Derek pressing lazy kisses to his forehead, Stiles’ eyes get heavier and heavier until he finally lets them close.

It’s funny, because three years ago, if you’d told him that he’d be cuddling with a pack of werewolves one day – and treating them like his fucking _kids_ , for that matter – he would have said you were totally insane.

And yet, lying here, with his closest friends and his mate on all sides of him, he feels most safe, most comfortable, most happy.

He’s where he’s meant to be, and he wouldn’t trade it for the world.

**Author's Note:**

> You should let me know what you think because feedback is my favorite :))))))


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